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Hello IFers Jenna is back with
a bang!!! My exams are officially over! =]. So now to pick up where I left off
without further ado I bring to you Chapter 20:

Khushi had freshened up and came downstairs. She
was just in time as ten seconds later Aryan had come down to eat. Khushi went
to the kitchen and got him food to eat. Yet Aryan was in a bit of a funny mood.
He was not eating what Khushi was giving him.

Khushi immediately understood what Arnav meant
and took the plate of food and handed it to Arnav. After that she just stood
there and watched from afar as Arnav sat there talking to Aryan and feeding him
at the same time.

After he finished feeding Aryan he handed her
back the plate and went to clean himself up. Aryan had gone upstairs to find
his Badi Ma and play with her.

Khushi went into the kitchen and finished her
work in there before heading up to her room. She walked to the sight of boxes
everywhere. She had not bothered to unpack her things as Anjali had told her
that they would be leaving for RM the next day as they had wanted to take
Khushi home as soon as possible.

So today at school Khushi had handed in her
resignation letter. She left her room and wondered through the hallway with the
intention of finding Payal. As she walked down the hallway she walked past
Arnav's room. The door was open and she could hear him in there. She was going
to walk straight past but curiosity got the better of her. And so Khushi
decided to take a little peek into the room. She saw Arnav working sitting in
front of his laptop with files scattered around him. He had his mobile in one
talking to someone and he had his other hand on his temples massaging them.

Khushi continued to look at him for a few
minutes longer. And finally she realized that she could not do it anymore. She
could not stand there and watch him in any sort of pain even if that be a small
little headache. She went down to the kitchen and grabbed the things that she
needed. She then placed them on a tray and made her way back to his room. She
knocked gently and asked in a timidly if she could come in. Arnav was so
engross in his conversatino that he did acknowledge that Khushi had been the one
knocking outside his room.

She walked into his room as cautiously as
possible. She was scared. Her heart was racing. Her brain was screaming that
she was making a mistake by showing emotions so openly. Because in the end she
would be the one with the broken heart all over again. But at this point Khushi
did not care. She was tried, tried of the feeling constant ache which seemed
had seeked permanent residence in her house. She just needed that to dissapear
for a while.

Khushi knew that this may all be over again in
the blink of an eye. Ao she wanted to make the most of the time that she had
with Arnav. Because well, who knew if she would get that back again?

But she managed to do it. She managed to entire
his room and hand him the cup of coffee that she had made him. Arnav's hand was
shaking whilst he took the cup from pure and utter shock. He could not believe
that she was openly doing something like this for him without hiding it like
she had been doing the last few days. Could that mean that she finally trusts
me thought Arnav in his head.

He sat there drinking the coffee and
contemplating the thought. He did not say anything to Khushi form fear that if
he spoke he may say something wrong and she would dissappear.

Khushi looked around the room taking in the
sight of it. She noticed how messy it was. A typical mans room she thought to
herself.

Khushi had to see if Arnav actually meant it
when he called her his wife infront of every member of the family. And so
cautiously yet surely and slowly she proceeded to clean his room. She picked up
clothes thrown across the floor and started putting them away in the cupboards.
But at the same time every few miuntes Khushi would peak over in Arnav's
direction to see if he made a rwaction. But everytime she looked over at him
she saw him sitting there with his ASR face on typing away on his laptop,
pausing every once in a while to take a sip out of the coffee she had made him.

Khushi could not understand why he was not
getting angry at her for touching his things. Maybe because he did mean what he
said earlier said the voice in her head? Though that voice was clear she
refused to acknowledge it because it would make her hope again and she could no
longer do that anymore.

Hey so there was the next
chapter. I know its short but I am really tired and I just finished my exams
today. And to be honest I am suffering from a case of writers block from not
updating for so long. But all the same do let me know what you think. But please
be warned I was half asleep whilst writing this so this isnt one of my best pieces
of writing.

LondonChickIF-Dazzler

Despite the fact that Khushi was shivering whilst cleaning
his room from fear. She made an attempt to disguise it. She had just continued
to clean Arnav's room. Waiting until Arnav lost his cool and finally told her
to get out like he always had.

Arnav was shocked to see how Khushi had entered his room and
not only that but she had also brought her in a coffee. Arnav had numerous question
s to ask her having seen that sight in front of him. A sight which he had been
waiting to see for the last three years. Her in there room like she belonged
and serving him his coffee. Though others could bring him a coffee it did not
taste the same as the one that Khushi made him. That was because a key ingredient
would always be missing. L ove. That ingredient was love. No one could add that
ingredient to his coffee. That was only something she could do.

His throat had been yearning with a deep quench for a coffee
made by her for the last three years. And now that she was standing right in front
of him with a coffee in hand he could not miss the chance. So when she handed
the coffee to him he grabbed it from fear that she might take it away from him
again. He took a sip from the coffee treasuring every last sip from fear that
that maybe the last time that he gets to drink a coffee made by her.

He saw her turn once she had handed him the coffee. He thought
that she would leave. But to Arnav's surprise Khushi had gone to the centre of
the room and was looking around the room as if inspecting it. To his further
surprise he saw Khushi bend down and pick up his strew clothes off the floor
and start to place it back in his cupboard. At first he was confused and
screwed up his eyes in scrutiny. But then once he saw her repeat the process numerous
amounts of times he realized that she was tidying his room. His heart jumped in ecstasy as he realized
that Khushi was excersing her rights of being his wife openly.

She had gone about cleaning the room like it was her own.
Rightly so as she should because because they were married they had equal
rights over everthing their other half owned even bedrooms. But what Arnav could not work out was why was
Khushi shaking whilst she was tidying his clothes away. He pondered away with
this thought and then he realized that she was doing so out of fear. Because he remembered the
last time back at RM when she had been cleaning his room and tidying his things
away. He had approacjed her in the upmost rudest manner, snatched his clothes away
from her and told her to never again commit the mistake of assuming that she
has a right to touch his things. He had left her standing there after that without
a care in the world that it had hurt her. Infact seeing tears in her eyes then
had made him feel victorious, happy even. But now ever tear that came out of
her eyes felt like a stab in the deepest corners of his heart.

He knew that she was scared that he would do the same thing
to her again. So he did nothing. He sat there typing away on his laptop
occasionally stopping to take a sip of coffee or to massage his oh so aching
temples. He kept a poker face on the entire time. Because he wanted to show
Khushi that this did not bother him. it did not bother him because it was a
mundane situation to be in. Why should any man be bothered to have his wife in
their bedroom with them tidy things away? he left her to it and continued to
work.

Khushi on the other hand was quite shocked by the fact that
Arnav was not bothered by her actions. He was sitting there doing his work as
if her bbeing in his room was the most normal thing in the entire world. It was
a comolete change from what had happened the last time that she had been
cleaning his room at RM and she too had the exact same flashback. She once again
looked back at Arnav discreetly and asked herself could this really be the same
man? Treating her like he was a beast at one point and then treating her like
he was her prince the next.

Khushi finished her tidying at exactly the same time as Arnav
finished his work. She walked to the door at the same time as Arnav walked to
his closet. When he saw her place her
hand on the door knob he said to her 'kaha ja rahee ho?' 'voh…hum…'
spluttered Khushi 'apko kuch chaheyeh?'
she asked. 'Yeh mera saval ka javab nahin hain Khushi' he said as he moved
closer to her. 'Par haan mujhe kuch
chaheyes. Mera night clothes doh. Mujhe nahim pata keh tumneh meri kis cheese kaha
rakah hain' said Arnav as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

Khushi approached his cupboard and took out the clothes. She
handed them to him without a word. He took the clothes from her and said 'main
fresh ho kar ara ha hoon. Jab main vapas ayea to I hope Khushi ki tum yah he
ho. Voh kya hai nah tumhari guest room ki bed paar raat soneh main bahuht
takleef hoti hain lekin tumhareh liye karna parta hain. Toh I hope ab tum yeh
samajchooki ho keh tum jaha he jawongeh main tumhari paas he honga agar voh is
kamreh main ho ya koyi aur kumra' and he finished at that and left to go to the
bathroom with a smirk on his face.

Khushi had been stunned by what he had just said. What was
wrong with her??? Why was she starting to let those barriers that she had built
around herself with some much difficulty melt with each word he spoke??? Why
could she no longer keep her emotions in check like she had been doing for the
last three years? Maybe because you still pretty much love him with all you
have and more despite everything that's happened said a voice from deep within
her.

She knew that either way she would be sleeping in his arms
tonight as he had made that very clear to her. However, she decided to stay in
his room. However, it was not because she wanted to for herself. She was doing
it for him, because he had said that the bed in the guest bedroom gave him
trouble. And she had already cause him a lot of trouble by re-entering his life
once more and uprooting int. And not only that she had also come back with
their child. So for that she decided not to cause him anymore trouble and to
stay in his room.

She hurried back into her room and changed into her night
clothes and made her way back to his room.
Just as he came out of the bathroom Khushi re-entered the room. And for
a second their eyes locked in on each other. Khushi could not miss the flash of
happiness that shot across his eyes when he saw her standing near the door of
his room in her night clothes.

The shrilling ringtone from Arnav's phone broke the eye
lock. Arnav went to his phone which layed on the coffee table and pressed
answer. Khushi had left him to answer the phone and moved into the bathroom. She
was about to leave the bathroom and go to get her toiletries. But on closer
inspection she realized that her toiletries were already in the bathroom. That
threw her off a bit and she could find no explanation whatsoever for that.

She finished in the bathroom and went back in the room to
find that Arnav was standing by the French doors still on the phone. He was
massaging his head with the other hand. And from that Khushi remembered that
she had brought him a balm to apply on his head and massage his head for him to
ease some of the pain. She looked around the room and she found that she had
left the balm on the tray. She went to the tray and picked up the balm. Just at
that point Arnav finished his call. 'Kiska phone tah?' said Khushi. After she
said it she realized what she had said. Arnav turned to her with a look off
shock in his eyes. 'Humhain maaf kardeejyeh humhain aapko yeh poochna nahin
tah. Voh humhari moo she galtee she nikhal gaya' spluttered Khushi really fast.

At first Arnav had been shocked to hear her ask him that
question so normally. But then she spluttered on about how sorry she was for
asking him that question. And they both knew why that was. Arnav and Khushi
both remembered the time of their six months marriage when Khushi had asked him
whom he was speaking to on the phone once very casually. But Arnav had not seen
it like that. He had gone mad shouting and yelling at her and saying how she
dare ask him that question as if she had a right to know what he did with his
life. He had shouted and rebuked her a lot that day. He had also watched as
fear and hurt flashed across her eyes as well as the tears. But back then he
had not cared. But he did now. Now he had to let her know that she had every
right to ask him things like that and know what he was doing. And this was the
perfect opportunity to do just that. 'Khushi relax. Tum itni daar kyun rahee
ho? Tumhara poora huk banta hai humhain yeh saab poochneh kah. Tum itni daar
kyun rahe ho? Main Aman ki saath baat karaha tah ek nayee deal ki barim main'
he said. Arnav did not miss the look of horror that flashed across her face as
he told her what who he had been talking to and what about. But despite this he
also saw the look of relief in her eyes.

Khushi was stunned when Arnav had told her who he was talking
to and what about . The last time she had done that he had gone berserk and
shouted at her like there was no tomorrow. But today he had so easily opened up
to her and told her. Though this would not be deemed such a big matter between every
other regular couple it was for them bwcause of, well because of the fact that they
were sure as hell not a regular cupole. But more than anything Khushi was
getting scared now. Scared because she kept doing these small little things to
make him crack and go back to being the guy he had always been to her. But it
seemed that no matter how much she tried he would not. He would not treat like
he had done in the past anymore. These little tests that she had put him
through he was passing. And that was scaring Khushi. Scaring her because each
time he passed a test she presented him with he also brought down a wall of
defence she had formed around her heart. And that scared her, because it meant that
it would expose her to hope and dream again. And Khushi just did not have the
power to let either one of those come close to her anymore because she knew that
they just left you with one thing when they left. Pain.

Having said that Arnav made his way to his side of the bed
and rested his head on the head rest of the bed. Khushi taking this as her
chance went and stood in front of him and started to apply the balm on his
forehead. As soon as Arnav felt Khushi's hand on his forehead he opened his
eyes. She tentatively removed her hands and waited patiently with her eyes closed
for the yelling to begin. But ot her surprise she heard nothing. She slowly
opened her eyes to find Arnav looking at her intently. 'Kya hua?' he said 'tum rok kyun gayee?' 'Voh
apkieh saar mian dard tat oh humneh socha ke hum aapki saar main balm laga kar
malish karhain' she stammered. 'Khushi maineh tumhain safayeh kab manga? Maineh
to sirf kaha keh kya hua tum rook kyun gayee. Jo karnah hain karo. Itna daroo
maat. Mian tumhain ka tori na jawoonga' he said and with that he smiled and
closed his eyes again.

Khushi sat down on the bed she finished applying the balm on
his head. As she was screwing the lid of the balm on and placing the balm on
the bedside table Arnav took the chance to lift his head and place it on Khushi
lap. Khushi at first was startled by this action. She could not understand why
he was acting this way. But all she knew was that she loved the weight of his
head on her lap. It was not too heavy or too light. It was snug. It was
perfect. She first massaged his forehead for him and then started running her
fingers through his hair. Something she had been longing to do for a very very
very long time. She watched as Arnav's smile grew even wider when her hands
went through his hair. She leaned back against the headboard of the bed with his
head still in her lap. There she laid contently just happy to be with him. And there
he laid happy and content from her touch. And before they knew it they had both
fallen into a peaceful slumber content and secure in each other's hands.

Aryan looked at the clock and saw that it was 9'Oclock.
Normally at this time his Mamma would come and get him to put him to bed. She
was never late always promote on time. But today she was five minutes late. That's
was very unlike her. Aryan was getting worried. So he asked his Badi Maa to
accompany him to go and find his Mamma. They both went to Khushi's bedroom only
to find it empty. Witnessing this they both got worried. But the Aryan
suggested to his Badi Maa that they ask Papa where Mamma is as he would be
bound to know. Anjali touched the door to knock on it and the door opened slightly
as it had not been closed properly. Anjali peered in slowly and then completely
opened the door and stepped inside closely followed by Aryan. What they both
saw made their heart leap with happiness. They saw Arnav and Khushi both
asleep. Arnav had fallen asleep on Khushi lap and Khushi was asleep with her head resting on the headboard
of the bed with her hands in Arnav's hair which she unconsciously was still
stroking in her sleep. Anjali took a pillow and placed it behind Khushi head to
make her more comfortable. She then took a step back and made her way back to
where Aryan stood and both aunt and nephew stared at the most beautiful sight
one could ever witness with happy tears glistening in their eyes. Anjali turned
to Aryan and said 'Ajj Badi Maa apko solayegeh acha? Kyunki hum apki Mamma aur
Papa ko disturb nahin karna chahteh. Theek hain Aryan?' asked Anjali to which
Aryan smiled and nodded enthusiastically. And so both Aryan and Anjali crept
out of the room with Anjali stopping to turn off the lights and close the door
with a smile plastered on her face…

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